Sonntag, 1. Januar 2023

A new year ✴

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


Freitag, 16. Dezember 2022

16th December 2022

Let me ...
... be a feather
Strong, with purpose.
Yet light at heart
Able to bend.
And, tho I might
Become frayed.
Able to pull myself
Together again.
(Anita Sams, Daniela Grünwald,

Freitag, 26. August 2022

Never gone

Sometimes it seems as if the magic of life is gone forever. It just doesn’t show up for you anymore, it’s like it has forgotten you or like you used it up, it leaves you empty and dull. And then you starve, you long for it, you feel like you can’t go on without it. It’s hard to live without something that has become so dear to you. So you keep going as best as you can, feeling more like a zombie that’s crawling through a tunnel, hoping to find the light again. You look for this certain kind of magic that passes all understanding, you know it must still be there, maybe even in the darkness, but you just can’t feel it. Days, weeks, months pass, and nothing happens. Until the time has come, a moment when you didn’t expect it, when you weren’t thinking about the absence of what you were longing for. Boom, there it is, overwhelming you gently. And it might not stay for long, it might not be stable, but it’s happening again. Like a snippet that says: Hello, I’m still there, I haven’t abandoned you, my love. I’m never not there. How could you forget that?

Mittwoch, 6. Juli 2022

No clue (needed)

“Sometimes you have to lose your path completely, sometimes you just have to not know what your path is, have no clue anymore what your path is. Maybe sometimes that’s the path, that’s the next step … to not know what the next step will be … to not know where the hell your life is gonna take you. The path of the moment.” (Jeff Foster, From Depression to Awakening)

“Were coming back to our raw, moment-to-moment experience, and were remembering that we only ever have to deal with this moment. Life is never bigger than this moment. ... Sometimes life can seem so overwhelming, and were caught up in the past or future, and we forget that there is only now.” (Jeff Foster, Mindfulness Meditation for Stress)

Dienstag, 28. Juni 2022

Another one

I just can’t get enough of the plays of shadow and light in my place.
They’re always different, always new.
They never cease to amaze me, no matter how I feel.

Sonntag, 26. Juni 2022

Sometimes I feel I'm gonna break down and cry
Nowhere to go, nothin
' to do with my time
I get lonely, so lonely
' on my own


I get so lonely lonely lonely lonely yeah
Got to be some good times ahead

(Freddy Mercury, Living on my own)

Donnerstag, 23. Juni 2022


Longing for the veil of greyness to lift. Which veil?
Nothing to wait for. Waiting and hoping are poison, some say.
Yes and no, I guess. How could I seriously know or claim anything?

Montag, 23. Mai 2022







The landscape of my lunch

Sometimes I feel like spending the rest of my life just watching the
forms and the colors, the patterns and the structures in the world.

Sonntag, 8. Mai 2022

Let me show you …

… how beautiful you are
said the light to the shadow.

Freitag, 25. März 2022


Sometimes I feel like Cinderella, I want to be saved. By whom or what I don’t know. Maybe by a man, by a friend, by a stranger, by God, by myself. By the next thought or feeling or happening or view. By sleep, by death. Maybe all of that, or rather none of it. It seems the best salvation is that which is not needed. Or which is happening, all the time. Well, I know it’s like that. I just forget sometimes.

Montag, 21. März 2022

Don’t forget

The world can be so beautiful.
The flowers know that.
Oh, let me be a
flower girl.
⚘ ⚘ ⚘

Mittwoch, 16. März 2022